Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.